Minnesota drivers face a one-in-88 chance of hitting a deer on the state’s highways this year, according to a report by State Farm.
I was recently sitting in on a meeting when the topic of customer service came up.
Over the course of the last several years, I have been on a mission to follow my dreams and make significant improvements in my life.
My friend Barb Schramm recently delivered on her promise to take me to South Dakota. It was a promise made, I believe, to give me hopes of pulling through my ordeal alive. She knew, as many of you do, that I love visiting South Dakota.
Seatbacks forward, tray tables secure, you’ve done this a dozen times, but flying still gives you pause. It may be that way for a long time, because your mind still holds memories of what happened 13 years ago.
It is likely that most people over a certain age are familiar with the children’s story about “The Little Engine That Could.” For some reason, the little train engine found itself in a situation where he had to pull a heavy train — heavier than he could be expected to haul — up a very steep hill. All the way up, he kept telling himself “I think I can, I think I can.” The pace at which he said that mantra became slower and slower as he continued to put forth his heroic effort up the hill.
Why doesn’t everyone who drives like me drive the same kind of car I do?
Dreams. Sometimes they’re simple, sometimes complex. Sometimes they come true if you work hard enough, at least that’s what motivational books, speakers and television programs will tell you.
There was an injustice, a wrong that needed righting, and someone had to say something. That someone was you – and though you’re just one person, just a voice, the movement had to start somewhere. And so you took a stand.
At our house, there is a love-hate relationship with email. We hate all the spam and other types of junk that come in. In an entirely different category are the usually fun, funny, and/or interesting messages that friends from around the globe pass along. With only a few exceptions, usually I do not forward those to other people. However, one came in that was good enough that I felt I had to put it in my diary. And here it is.
I did it, friends, aided in no small part by your continued thoughts and prayers, and a friend’s help. I camped in a tent at Pike’s Peak State Park, near McGregor, Iowa, the night of Monday, Sept. 8.
I attended an Albert Lea Audubon Society program recently. The presenter was Darcy Sime of Alden who did a wonderful program on photography. Darcy has had photos in all three "Capture Minnesota" books.
It’s like icing a cake with your hand, they say, and you practiced that wave aplenty when you were young. You never knew when you might find yourself walking down a long stage with roses in your arms and a crown on your head.